Sunday Inspiration-Don’t Grow Weary

Over the last several weeks, I’ve been doing a Bible study called, Experiencing God by Henry Blackaby. This week has probably been my favorite week.

Sunday Inspiration-Don't Grow Weary

We’ve been talking about how our actions reveal what we believe about God. Basically, talk is cheap. We can claim to believe in Christ but if we aren’t putting our belief into action, what are we really saying?

I couldn’t help but think about my Mom. She came to a crisis of belief in 2009. She was told she had terminal cancer. She knew her time on earth was almost over.

She had spent her whole life following Jesus and now in the midst of this news, what was she going to choose to believe?

Her words still ring loudly today. “I’ve spent my whole life teaching you (her children) how to live for Christ, and now I’m going to teach you how to die for Christ.” And she did!

Mom was a faithful servant. Even when she was told she had terminal cancer, she remained faithful. She died knowing that her reward was “heaven”.

I want to be found faithful too. I don’t want to grow weary. Trials are going to come. Heartache is a part of this life. But a reward awaits!!

I was reading some things I had written about Mom over the last five years and I found this poem. It reminds me so much of her. She often said “my cup runneth over”.

I never made a fortune, It’s probably too late now
Oh but I don’t worry about that much, Cause I’m happy anyhow
As I go along life’s journey, I’m reaping better than I sow
I’m drinking from my saucer,Cause my cup has overflowed
Haven’t got a lot of riches, Some times the goings rough
But I’ve got a friend in Jesus, And that makes me rich enough
I thank God for all his Blessings on me, And the mercy that he’s bestowed
I’m drinking from my saucer, Cause my cup has overflowed
Oh sure, I’ve been through some storm 
And yes, I’m sure there were times when my faith must have got a little thin
But you know what it seems like, One day all at once those dark clouds broke
And that old sun she started shining again. So Lord help me not to grumble
and complain about the tough roads I have towed 
I’m drinking from my saucer, Cause my cup has overflowed
And if I should go on living, If the way gets deep and rough
I won’t ask for other blessings, Because I’m already blessed enough
May I never be too busy, To help another bare his load
And I’ll keep drinking from my saucer Lord, Cause my cup has overflowed
Yes I’ll keep drinking from my saucer Lord, Cause my cup has overflowed


Have a blessed Sunday!

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  1. Your mom sounds like one awesome lady! I wish I could’ve known her Cyndi! I love the poem! God Bless xxoo

  2. Beautiful~your mom’s words remind me of the verse…For me to live is Christ and to die is gain..Phil 1:21..I enjoy your blog, thanks for sharing!

  3. Cyndi,
    Thank you for sharing your mom’s beautiful testimony. I’m sure the Lord greeted her with, “Well done, my good and faithful servant.” How wonderful that her legacy lives on in you.

  4. Love the poem! What a nice surprise to my morning. Absolutely love it! Planning to tape it to my mirror. Thanks for sharing! I too have learned many lessons from those dying. I hope when my time comes I won’t be such a woos that I forget to help those around me 🙂